I remember staring at the cracks, looking for where the rain falls through.
Those yellow walls seemed to stifle me
when my father called and told me he was sorry
And he loved me.
Tears threated my eyes with that beautiful commodity.
(No one knows the semantics behind "I love you")
I stared at the sky until the stars behind my eyes collided.
Thinking "This will never be something that keeps me awake."
(From then on, everything kept me awake.)
The bird on my window said
"Hello, my wings do not work."
I pushed him off and learned how to deal with grief.
A lady walked in and confided
"Hello, I do not feel like breathing."
I walked her to the ocean, finding out that a ship wreck has its afterglow.
And walked back Home alone.
A little girl with nothing whispered
"Hello, I wish I was Home."
I handed her some pills and told her that she would go to Heaven
Because she believed in It.
In return, she taught me how to say goodbye when you are young.
I stared at my mirror and saw my soul shining through my eyes.
Hello, you broke me.
I started crying because I know what it is to feel helpless.
I looked at myself and my voice cracked as I said
"Hello, I cannot deal with trying not to feel anymore."
I wandered down the stairs like I was inside of a dream.
Keeping my eyes trained forward, I take measured steps towards you:
the boy slumped on the piano bench,
his head resting on the keys.
Stepping outside, I throw caution to the wind.
Suddenly, your head snaps up and your eyes connect with mine.
The depth of your gaze makes breathing impossible.
I am drawn towards this lack of oxygen.
I sit down facing you and you move the hair out my eyes and murmur
"Hello, I don't understand life."
I told you to fall in love with me so that we could understand it together.
You shook out a cigarette, lit up, and took a thoughtful drag.
"Princess, do you see that women over there, under that tree?"
I started to shake my head, but then I noticed the single white rose
laying on the ground with thorns scattered around it.
"Politics tore down all of her beliefs.
I can't help you anymore than you can help me.
The Broken can't be fixed."
Those wide eyes could make me fall apart and I think they did as you continued
"You don't believe anything anymore."
I nodded and said "Just help me."
"I'll make you a real live Angel."
As a rocket explodes in my chest I hear you mutter
"God help me. I miss you, and I don't even know you."
Tears are flowing out of my eyes, creating my own personal flood.
Wait. I believe in us.